God gave me back my JOY

I HAD to get a new cell phone. I didn’t want to. I like my old one, silver with the little round mirror on it. I know how to use it. It’s not complicated. But after charging my phone to full power, the minute I flipped it open to make my first call I lost a bar. I HAD to get a new one. So my husband takes me into the store where the young, enthusiastic guy with gelled hair is excited to assist me. I am in mourning of losing my phone. He says, “So what would you like?” I say, “I want the exact same phone.” I know that’s not possible but it made my husband laugh so it was worth saying it outloud. He walks me around the room with WAY too many choices and starts in with, “internet, keyboard,etc…?” Think simple. So he finally left me with my unenthusiastic thoughts and went on his merry way. In time I picked out my new phone, not too fancy but nice. I went into work that night and showed someone and they said, “Oh you got an old one!” It’s been one week since I’ve had my new old phone and I guess it’s going to be OK. I only had to get the manual out once to figure something out. ahhhhhhh change